Authoress' Note: I just have a lot of time on my hands, which accounts for the multitude of updates in the span of only four days.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

One Hundred Moments

Chapter 026: Keeping a Secret

Sakura desired nothing more than to be left alone. Because Sasuke was insufferable when resolute, and she was buried in a pile of papers and cases that he would not allow her to address with undivided attention. She had no time for his nonsense; for dealing with his insatiable need for attention.

"Why are you marrying him?"

"Because I love him, Sasuke."

"You always seem to forget that when you're with me."

Why? She often wondered, Why did he insist on torturing her in every mental and physical way imaginable? Moments ago, he had sauntered into her office arrogantly as though he had been invited, scaring her half to death. And now, he was interrogating her, as if she were a common criminal. He was forcing her to face a reality in which she already realized was inescapable.

Sasuke watched her hesitate, took satisfaction in the way his words had stopped her. In spite of this, his lips were down turned into a slight frown, and he factually stated, "You love me."

It was said in a somewhat petty manner; as if he were reminding her of something in which she may have forgotten.

Now, she was gripping her pen so tightly that she would certain it would snap in two. She quietly set the pen down, softly chewing on her lips apprehensively; a gesture of silent confirmation.

She demurely vocalized, "I do," but she didn't want it to be true.

Disdainful at her blatantly contradicting herself, he dryly stated, "And yet you're marrying him."

Her anger thoroughly roused, fiery green eyes met the gaze of onyx. "You can't do that, Sasuke!" she indignantly hissed, "You can't reprimand me for wanting something that you won't give me!"

He stepped forward, unaffected by her passionate retort. It seemed that he had upset her yet again, made her insecure for finally pursuing her desires. He didn't know what exactly drove him to do it, but he would certainly admit that Sakura was best when riled.

Sasuke stopped just at the beginning of her desk, gratified at her wary anxiety. Boldly, he leaned forward over her desk and reached out toward her jaw. When he did, he turned her head just slightly, carefully taking in the reddish bruises on her neck.

"He doesn't ask you about these?" he inquired, brazen.

The girl shyly averted her eyes from him, though did not move away from his scalding touch—she secretly yearned for it. Quietly, as her voice was suddenly hoarse from fatigue, she contritely admitted, "I cover them up… He hasn't seen them."

"Ah…" he muttered absently, allowing his finger to fall lower, leaving a tickling trail in its wake. He stopped himself then, just as calloused fingers reached her clavicle. "When will you tell him?"

Fearlessly, she stood to meagerly match his height. "I don't plan to."

That was when he seized her arm and yanked her forward, engaging her in a shamelessly clandestine kiss.

And even though she had a fiancé at home waiting for her, she would once again leave with Sasuke.

Authoress Note: I love the affairs in which Sasuke is the other man. It's just so… naughty. :D